Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 9 Deathrattler (Part 1)

  Art came to a restaurant following his memory.

  Lao Li Restaurant.

  The store name has the characteristics of his previous home country.

  The owner is an oriental.

  This world is divided into Eastern Continent, Western Continent, New World, Polar Region, Dark Zone and other sections. Among them, people from the Eastern Continent are called Orientals, and they are mainly yellow races.

  Yellow people have yellow skin, black hair and black pupils, but he has fair skin, red hair, and black pupils, so he is excluded.

  He came here, it has nothing to do with the identity of the boss, just because this store has tomato and egg soup, not the unknown soup at home that discourages him.

  The restaurant is not big, similar to the fly restaurant in his previous life. It is run by a husband and wife, and the shop is narrow, so it can barely accommodate 6 dining tables, 3 on the left and 3 on the right.

  The counter is at the innermost, and a door next to it leads to the kitchen.

  Business is not bad, there are already 5 tables of guests.

  The moment he came in, almost everyone turned their heads to look at him.

   Not only because of his eye-catching red hair, but also because this is already an outer city, and the exquisite school uniform on his body is incompatible with the environment here.

  The people living in the outer city are basically low-level laborers. Among the 5 tables of guests, 3 tables are coolies working near the wharf, and the signs of wind and rain on their bodies are extremely obvious. Although the other two tables don't know their specific occupations, they can be seen from their thick bodies, rough skin, and the look of envy and embarrassment in their eyes, that their status is very low.

   And because of the habit of his previous life, Yate deliberately changed into the school uniform that his predecessor was usually reluctant to wear when he came out.

  Black suit style, pure wool woolen fabric, thick texture, plump fabric, gentle and crisp tentacles, a set of 1 gold shield!

  Looking at the environment of the hotel and the clothes of these guests, they are old, rough and cheap.

   Such a strong contrast immediately made him feel a little regretful.

  I didn’t think so much when I went out.

   Or maybe it’s the habit of the previous life, but I forgot that in such a world and such an era, order and chaos are the norm!

Especially in the outer city where fish and dragons are mixed, because it is connected to the port, there are many outsiders and organizations of all sizes, including but not limited to spokespersons of various forces, restless professionals, and gangsters who fish in troubled waters. There are big and small fights, and people disappear every now and then.

  However, there is still order on the surface, at least most of the residents live in peace.

  The premise is that you can't show off like him.

   Wearing such a suit, those thieves and gangsters would be sorry for their profession if they didn't follow him!

  He also realized it later, so he realized it.

  Glanced around lightly, taking in the expressions of the people around him.

  Camped and envious, there is also a strong rejection, like a beast that has been set foot on its own territory by others of its kind.

  On the left, the three sailors at the table near the door had deep greed and malice in their eyes.

  Although his mental value has not fully recovered, his perception is far beyond that of ordinary people, and his eyes paused slightly on the three of them.

  1 tall and 2 short.

  In fact, those two people are also of normal height, but because their partners are too tall and strong, they seem a bit "petite".

  The 3 people are all white, with a faint fishy smell on their bodies, and their clothes are messy. It seems that because they have to go out, they temporarily found a set of clean clothes to change into.

   Even if the strong man was sitting, he gave people a strong sense of intimidation, a full head taller than the two people opposite him. A head of messy, dirty blond hair, a face full of thick beards, like a clump of thatch that has been trampled on, with a wide mouth, huge eyes, and a very strong figure, like a lion sitting there .

   After he glanced at Yate, he looked away, lowered his head and continued to cook.

  The spoon that was as big as the palm of an ordinary person looked like an ordinary rice spoon in his hand. In front of him was a rice bowl that was comparable to his head. He poured rice, vegetables, and soup into it, stirred them randomly, and then ate them with the rice spoon.

   From time to time, it makes a "snoring" sound, which is similar to the sound of some animals when they eat.

  The other 2 people were obviously not thinking about lunch, and they were whispering to each other.

   Feeling refreshed, Art sat down at the last empty table.

  He has been promoted to extraordinary, his own attributes have broken the limits of ordinary people, so he is naturally not afraid of these three guys.

   On the contrary, she was faintly eager to try.

  Normal reaction after suddenly gaining power.

  However, he is still sober, knowing that such malicious sailors are based on "ships". If you offend one, you will be in trouble, even if you are not afraid, it will be troublesome, so you will not take the initiative to provoke.

  If the other party provoked him, it would be another matter.

  How do you say that he is also a student of Moya University, wearing the uniform of Moya University, if the opponent takes the initiative to attack him, as long as he wins, he doesn't have to worry about the consequences.

  In Pudera City, Moya University is so strong!

   "Excuse me, what do you want to eat?" The proprietress came over and asked cautiously.

  A very ordinary little woman, less than 160cm tall, with rough and dark skin, slightly lowered her head, never looking directly at him.

   Didn't recognize him, or pretended not to recognize him.

   "10 potato cakes, 5 servings of mashed potatoes, 2 servings of tomato and egg soup." Art didn't care about these either.

  He found that, apart from intelligence, his own attributes recovered extremely slowly after reaching a certain critical point.

   Especially the 3 attributes of strength, agility and stamina.

   Based on his physical changes, he guessed that it should be because he had never received formal professional training before. After changing jobs, his attributes increased too much at once, and his body needed a buffering process.

   During this period, a large energy supply is required.

   Therefore, the appetite changes very obviously.

  Potato cakes are pancakes made of shredded potatoes and flour. They are about the size of his hand and one finger thick. Although the taste is mediocre, at least it suits his appetite better than black bread.

  Tomato and egg soup is a bit sweet and greasy.

   And mashed potatoes…

   He has just stepped into the extraordinary, and he has not yet adapted to this keen perception, and he is not proficient in controlling his body. He can only try to suppress his "picking".

   Just as he was halfway through eating, another person came in.

  A young Caucasian man with a tall and thin figure, his clothes seem to be a little empty, his face is pale and decadent, his eyes are dull, like a young man who has been staying up late for a long time.

   After entering, he glanced around casually, and then walked towards Art's table.

   Only he occupies a single table.

   The guests at the other tables turned their heads and looked over again, as if they wanted to see his reaction.

  Art looked up.

   After a slight start, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he nodded in greeting.

   "smell" the same kind of smell on the other party!

  The white youth obviously recognized his identity, and after pausing for a moment on his school uniform, he also nodded in return.

   Neither side strikes up a conversation hastily.

   Soon, the white youth suddenly showed a strange look on his face, and looked at Yate opposite him again.

  (end of this chapter)